“Look—champagne!” she blurted, her voice slightly desperate as she tried to mask her nervousness. She hurried toward the table where a bottle of champagne rested among scattered rose petals, alongside a bowl of chocolate-covered strawberries.
Her eyes lit up with excitement as she picked one up, holding it out to him.
“I don’t like strawberries,” he said simply, his hands once again tucked casually into his pants pockets.
“Really?” Siena’s eyes widened in surprise, her voice full of incredulity. “Who doesn’t like strawberries?” She popped one into her mouth anyway, moaning softly as she savored the rich, chocolatey sweetness.
“Delicious,” she grinned, chewing slowly, savoring the chocolate.
Cristiano stepped closer, one hand slipping from his pocket as his thumb lifted to her face, g
